andrew-guzaldo-c
59/M/Las Vegas
Published BEST SELLER Author IMDB "The Loyal Disorder 1" and the "Ardor of a Poet "starting on my eighth novel "The Loyal Disorder 2" , I was CEO/Editor of Amici Journal Magazine, I always loved Poetry I seem to have a strong flaming love for it.
“Abate agonizing, when the grieving troposphere reaping,
As it navigates a shift as the pulverizing leaflets,
As this tender moment of nature steals upon me my deep, emotions as we drift from the Archipelago,
As the steep tall rocks swerve towards the edge of the, precipices we navigate towards our archipelago refuge,
As my heart inflection my heart beats vivaciously, through my entire body,
Conscious only of you I belong to you there is really,
A way of expressing that is not impregnable enough,
All that my soul pines to express at this instant,
Is included in the one word avidity,
A total contradiction of life if I were with those,
I loved I would only wish to be in obscure distance,
Now as I am far away all I do is wish for one more, day surrounded by those I love that home could be,
Odyssey bound for the homeland on the briny deep afar that father and husband's longing, as it seems that,
Gaviiform seabird bellows with tumultuous placidity,
Sleep the blossoms of a future flower,
You have, by your tenderness and worth twisted yourself more artfully round my heart, then I supposed possible on this my refuge,
Archipelago Refuge”
By Andrew Guzaldo July 17, 2022 © #211
Jul 17, 2022
Jul 17, 2022 at 2:05 PM UTC
“Recognition that you are here,
Final adjustment mending next to me,
A breath of your warmth upon my skin,
Exchanges of the single ember within still burns,
As I hear whispers in the wind,
Rustling through the formulations,
I've sketched in encroaching the littoral,
To the special one to claim these pages came,
Interpretation existing of years passed,
The circumspect to go diligent stride,
To a worn and tattered old ideal,
Hero from the ancient bindings of a book,
Haunting whispers in the Zephyr,
Rustling through the formulations,
Breaching the palisades of time,
This the whispers in my mind”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 04/30/2022
Apr 30, 2022
Apr 30, 2022 at 2:10 PM UTC
“Haecceity of Love”
“Let me fall in love with you,
For one last time,
It doesn't matter if you leave me,
One more time as it matters not,
If you break my poor simple heart again,
Just let me fall in love again,
With you one more time,
The way we looked at each other,
As we possessed our smiles,
As we did once in total silence,
You possessed my fragile soul,
Let me fall in love with you again,
May my flesh still feast upon yours?
In this my haecceity of love”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/08/2021
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 4:57 PM UTC
“Cognition”
“My imagination comes from Curiosity
A curiosity of life and its meaning,
An inquisitiveness of sustenance,
That of the definition of a subject,
As we look in the eyes of another,
And adhere to that one’s soul,
That special one that will be in your life,
The window of their eyes will tell all,
That one that is the dearest of treasures,
And that the sweetest of pleasures,
Euphoria that over run all measures,
Felicity sweetness of pursuing curiosity,
Happiness lies in the subduing of hearts,
Whispered its vows as a tender pawn,
To those that are strangers to ardor,
Virtue is imaginations strongest defender,
Homage and honors in the end fits like a glove,
When ones imagination leaps with splendor,
Makes my Curiosity barnstorm and leap,
To satisfy my imagination with such provender,
To that of my Cognition of comprehension”
By Andrew Guzaldo 2021 ©
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
"May the penumbra of your green eyes ogling gently,
You have left me with this secret in my soul,
May I recount to you an image of you before me?
Jollity as of a magnificent art painting of innocence,
There you were susurrated in reciting a canticle,
Acute feelings in my heart as the respite end,
As you spoke the words spiraled over your tongue,
Radiates over your lips I am laced in your rapture,
Your eyes are my guide to stay always by your side,
This love will never be replaced I’m born to love you,
I shall pirouette a tale for you of star studded loves,
I suspire for you my love for you is perpetually yours,
My love for you I have found your smile is my light,
Wreathed like a web of intensely yearning desire,
As warm as the west winds blow with sunsets heat,
Blossomed in canticles as it breaks into an eruption,
As we cling closer before a festive ligature of flames,
Inebriated with our own artistic designs of pure love,
I embark as a sail into virtuous commonage of our desires,
I shall commune to you in all silence in all passion,
Luminously bright and pure as a star lit night,
Reticence with halcyon moments of our passions”
By Andrew Guzaldo 05/10 2018 © HP
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 6:15 PM UTC
“I have written the bewildering’s of many,
But today it is I that will share my effete,
As starlight night, makes me feel canny,
To share what has broken my heart apart
Tonight I can write these,
Mystifying words of enchantment,
To think that I do not have you,
To feel that I have lost you,
To hear as I feel sadness of night
My feelings for her shall always,
Remain the same,
In hopes this wasn't I that was at fault,
I long for her now that we are apart,
But as in my mind and heart you will remain,
My love for you would have brightened,
All our days in a mystifying way,
I miss you more than words can say,
It is sad to see, we are so far away,
But please may she realize I think of her,
In every mystifying moment of everyday,
As I go through life completely Obfuscated”
By Andrew Guzaldo 2017 ©
Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 7:07 PM UTC
"The brine of sunrise has been aggregate to my life,
The Sea filled with love and emotion so have thou?
You fill my heart and soul with complete rapture,
Our hands embrace itinerant as the sunlight appears,
“I will want my antediluvian voluble to win your heart,
To continue to serenade and catechize my love,
Sonnet of love that will cajole your pleasures,
At this radiant time with a perpetual perpetually attire,
Her kisses taught my lips to embody the flame procured,
Her mouth has taught me the fervor of emotion,
As our sensations mount to an unrivaled high of sensuality,
Came into a demur yet noble fathom delectation of love,
Her celestial auspice lustrous as the morning calm sea,
You begin to rue with pleasure as you have never before,
As the imaginary ethereal sunbirds fly above the brine below,
So is the sweet scented bouquet of your amour femininity,
I love you as the calicoes pompon of the sea love the deep brine,
As briny deep spawn calamus into neophyte perennial enclaves”
By AG 5/20/2020 © HP
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 3:21 PM UTC
“For those of us who live at the esplanade,
Cold grows colder even as the days grow longer,
Fair youths beneath the trees thou canst not leave,
Bare essential alone for those that cannot indulge,
Vapor light buffing dreams to ones doorways,
Looking inward and outward as once before,
After seeking one now can indulge in the future,
Vigilance of succubus in the minds of our youth,
For those of us who were imprinted with fear
As things in need of doing go undone,
Homeric of old anxieties beacon in the night,
As this faint apparition looms before us in fears,
With that and buried ambitions rise up afore one,
These have peregrination the coldest lands and sea,
Although we ingest again or feel the adulate of love,
We are aghast once loved will fade as we are alone,
Preyed epics of old anxieties beacon into the night,
Those of us seem not be heard nor best if we were silent,
Linger long a sacrifice may creates a stone in our hearts”
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 12:41 PM UTC
“Many poems are of unfeigned sadness,
Poems of heartbreak or a lost love,
A joyful poem may need an assemblage of words,
With various copious avenues in composing poetry,
It is emotions channeled onto a piece of paper,
It is an expression of the heart the mind and the soul,
The art of writing or reading poetry begins when,
As one Masters connotatively in particular poems,
Poems are of different moments subjects heartfelt,
Example when I write a poem as you will find in mine,
In my poems I look for an adherent word to express,
In writings I look deep within my inner feelings,
The title of an adhered poem should grasp attention,
As to identify sense of what the poem is about,
As little as quite a few poems will give insight
As your words and feelings grapple traces,
Of my poetic undertones”
By Andrew Guzaldo May 07, 2021 © #203
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 5:12 PM UTC
“In the reflex of love there is enigmatic elation,
That mingles in the face of ardor,
You may never think ones love can hurt so,
That it would always be as strong as it began,
Regardless of we fell in love resolutely,
As the waves adheres to the sea,
As our hearts for the moment adhere as one,
Our hearts beating with in fettle consent,
Allurement of both were positive, connectors,
****** attire charades softly to the ground,
As the captivation of bliss lays beneath our skin,
Contentment and bliss with the desirable joy between us,
Congenial pleasure as the night slows an hourly,
Bodies ache with pleasure as trail of kisses elongated,
As in the allured cold chill of the arctic trail and borealis,
Bid make ones blood run cold not we our souls interlocked,
As I thought was true love was not,
It was just ecstasy not love of both,
As she left a broken heart adroitly,
Me from moving on as your love departed,
I am left with that of melancholy infatuation”
By Andrew Guzaldo April 26, 2021 © #202
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 1:40 PM UTC